The trial had started out pretty good, the survivors completed three generators in record time without a single glimpse of the killer. In retrospect, that should have been a red flag, meaning the killer was most likely a silent one that'd been stalking them for an opportune time to strike. Probably The Shape or Ghostface, both of which meant trouble for the four. They wanted to split into pairs to complete the remaining two gens that needed to be done, but none of them had seen Dwight the entire trial, putting David on edge considering each of them had done a gen, which meant Dwight hadn't completed any and there was still no sight of the killer. Meg and Claudette agreed to work on one while David went off alone to find the remaining one. After what felt like hours of scouring Haddonfield he found one, nestled in a large shrub behind the Myers house. With a sigh, he starts working silently. Glancing around every few moments to make sure he hasn't been spotted, he jumps and almost connects the wrong wires when movement from the house catches his eye.

Looking up at the back of the home he could see Dwight facing away from the window and making hand gestures like he was talking to someone, but at the sound of a gen popping from across the map, he knew it wasn't Meg or Claudette. He looks down at the wires in his calloused fingers, thinking for a moment before his curiosity gets the better of him and he drops the disconnected wires with a sigh. Heaving himself off his knees with a grunt, the man sneaks over to the back door and pulls the door open just enough to squeeze his muscled frame through. With light, but quick, steps, the brute maneuvers his way around the kitchen and living room furniture. One of the stairs creaks under his weight, causing him to stop and listen for anything - specifically, a knife-wielding maniac - to come around the corner. When nothing happens he lets out a silent breath in relief and continues up.

David creeps up to the door that Dwight's hushed voice is coming from - noticing it was The Shapes bedroom - and takes a quick peek around the door frame. He can feel his heart constricting in his chest, the organ threatening to stop. Dwight is standing in front of Myers, his hands gripping the killer's own while he speaks to him quietly. David tries to hear what he's saying, but Dwight's already finished talking. The nervous leader lifts one of the hands that was still cradled in his own, bringing it to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on Myers's knuckles.

Another pop comes from right outside the house, startling the two lovebirds. David knew it was the other two survivors that must have ventured over after he failed to finish the remaining gen, completing it themselves. That was good in the sense that they could finally open the exit gates. Bad because The Shape was grabbing his knife off the mattress where it'd been laying and walking towards the door. The door that David was currently right outside of. Shit.

Moving quickly, the survivor ducks into another room and hides out of sight. The sound of Myers's heavy steps can be heard thudding down the stairs, followed by a lighter pair. Dwight must be trailing after him. A thud signals the front door slamming shut, the brute bolting out of the room he's hiding in and down the stairs. Before his hand touches the knob, a feeling of dread flows through him, and a knot forms in the pit of his stomach. He takes a look out the window, using the curtains to conceal himself from view, and sees Michael walking back up to the house. David panics and, in his haste to backpedal, bumps into a stand. The screeching of the legs against the floor is loud in the deafening silence. The Brit immediately turns and makes a dash for the back door just as Michael busts through the front, the handle banging against the wall. Myers is in pursuit, shoving the dining room table out of the way to get to David faster. As soon as he steps out of the house he sees the cracks painting the ground, the timer starting, and the realm starting to crumble. He needs to get to one of the exit gates or find the hatch on his way. His odds aren't looking too good when he spins his head around to see how close Myers is, feeling the pain of the kitchen knife slicing through the meat of his back. He powers through it, forcing his legs to move faster.

The exit comes into view and David wants to laugh like an idiot with the knowledge that he's going to get out of this trial alive. His thoughts are interrupted when a large hand comes around and grabs him by the throat, tossing him to the ground easily. A puff of air escapes David's mouth when he hits the cement, the air being knocked from his lungs on impact. Pain-filled eyes gaze up at The Shape who's standing over him, watching him with his head cocked to the side and his weapon clutched tightly in his fist. The ground starts shaking, the timer getting closer and closer to its end. With a quick glance to the side, he can see the open gate. It's so close, but with the killer hovering over him there was a slim chance he was going to make it. If he was going to die though, he wanted to at least try to escape. The survivor could feel his back throbbing in protest when he heaved himself off the ground and threw himself in the direction of freedom. A stab to his spinal cord made him drop, yelling in agony at the sensation. No matter how many times it happened, he still couldn't get used to the pain.

A heavy boot nudged his side, pressing harder to flip him over onto his back in order for Myers to be able to stare down at him. David could feel blood pouring profusely from the stab wound at the base of his spine and the cut on his upper back leaking sluggishly, the red liquid forming a puddle underneath him.

"Just do it you fuck," David hissed, clenching his teeth through the pain. Michael tilted his head again before it snapped up and he stared straight ahead. His knuckles turned white from the tightening grip on his bloodied weapon and he looked back down at David. The survivor guessed it was him getting orders from The Entity with how angry The Shape seemed in that moment compared to his usual calm indifference when it came to sacrificing them. As soon as Michael lifted him off the ground by his throat, he knew he was getting mori'ed. The only thing he could do is try to brace for the overwhelming agony he was about to endure.


When he came to, he was laying in the dirt, surrounded by trees and the rapidly dissipating fog. He could still feel the phantom pains from the injuries Myers had inflicted but ignored the aches in favor of getting up and dusting himself off. A grunt forced itself from his throat when he stretched to pop his back, eyes squinting up at the false full moon their malevolent God so kindly gifted them. Though he'd much rather have better living conditions than a moon, it's not like he could negotiate with The Entity. And though a small cabin would be better, he was still thankful for the tiny tents they had, even though they had to have two survivors in a tent because of the increasing number of people that were appearing in the fog. And soon, they would have to try squeezing three to a tent, if their God didn't bestow them more. Without realizing it, he walked quite a ways. He could see the glow of the campfire through the dense trees and the sound of Kate's guitar, accompanied by light singing and talking. When he reached the campsite, he spotted Meg and Claudette talking about the trial with some of the other survivors while Kate sang and Ash hummed along beside her. The remainder either talked amongst themselves or were napping in their tents, getting ready for their next trial.

"David!" Meg exclaimed, jumping up to hurry over to him and bombard him with questions. He decided to answer the only one he could understand. Where'd you go?

"After we decided to go our separate ways, I started working on a gen but got a little... distracted."

He didn't know what to say. Should he just outright ask Dwight what the hell he saw? Or should he do it privately? Or not at all? Just pretend he never saw it and go on with his eternal game of torture with the rest of these sons of bitches. The thought of that had him scowling. He couldn't just turn the other cheek to this, Dwight was holding hands (and kissing said hands) with a killer. And not just any killer, Michael Myers. A few survivors had crushes on the animals that hunted them, but Myers was different. This was The Shape they were talking about. The embodiment of evil.

He decided to distract Meg by asking her about her last trial that was against The Legion. Specifically, the short female. Normally it wouldn't be that big of a deal, but Yui was in that trial as well, and she had a huge crush on the smallest Legion member. A wide grin spread across the runner's face, the woman spinning to skip over to Yui, and plopping down beside her to tease the other. David breathed a quiet sigh of relief and sat on a log. He was across from Dwight, who was having a quiet conversation with Jake. The brute sat in silence for a while, trying to figure out what he was going to say to their leader. After about twenty more minutes of contemplation, he decided to just come out and say it. The survivors were very close-knit, having forged a strong bond through shared trauma. He counted how many of them would fuck one of the killers and decided no one would ever judge Dwight, or be mad at him. Especially when a ton of them talked about how hot Michael was (though no one had seen his face), so chances are some would most likely be jealous rather than angry.

"So, Dwight, you fuckin' Myers?"

Dwight stopped talking with Jake, just gazing at David with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open. The campfire was silent for a second as the others comprehended what the Brit had said. It took only a moment longer for Dwight to start stuttering out a response, trying to vehemently deny it. David held a hand up while giving his friend a reassuring smile.

"I saw you two holdin' hands, Dwi," he said. "I don't really give a fuck, but I jus' wanted to know what it was like bottoming for The Shape."

The entire campfire started talking, most congratulating him, while some sat and laughed at how loud others were getting. Their nervous leader was red, putting his hands over his face to give him some privacy to be embarrassed. A low mumble came from Dwight, Jake the only one close enough to hear him.

"What was that?" Jake asked, causing the others to quiet down enough to hear him.

The red-faced survivor raised his head out of his hands and repeated himself to the group. "I said: I don't bottom."

Again, everything got quiet.

"So, you two 'aven't had sex?" David asked.

"We have..." Dwight replied. David opened and closed his mouth a few times, having a hard time processing the information he was given.

"You're tellin' me tha' big ass psychopath bends ove' for you, mate?" He asks, giving his friend an incredulous look. Their leader just shrugs and tries looking anywhere but at David. A few seconds pass in silence before David is shooting out of his seat and clapping Dwight on the back. "That's wha' I'm talkin' 'bout!"

"H-Huh?" The man mutters. Not even a second later the rest of the group is gathering closer to shout about how impressed they are, some making little comments that cause Dwight's face to turn redder, which he didn't think was possible.

"Since when?" Meg asked excitedly.

"Uh, a while I guess. Not really sure how long, it's hard to tell time here." She nodded in understanding before Ace pushed himself to the front of the crowd.

"So, you two are fuck buddies; what's he like in bed?" Ace asked, wiggling his eyebrows while biting his bottom lip and giving a little air hump.

"I don't really feel comfortable talking about our sex life. we're kind of... together. Romantically," Dwight finished, lamely. He was trying his best to articulate his thoughts, but he just wasn't prepared to have this conversation so soon. He definitely wasn't ready to tell anyone. And he was sure Michael hadn't told any of the other killers. Well, he couldn't really tell them. But he was pretty close, or at least civil, with The Trapper. Dwight had assumed they were friends, but knowing Michael that most likely wasn't the case.

"Ohh," Meg said, giving him a sly grin before shifting over to sit on the side Jake wasn't occupying. She slung an arm over his shoulders and wiggled her eyebrows like Ace had, which didn't make Dwight's face any less red. "You two are in loooove."

"I don't think Michael is capable of feeling love," Laurie chimed in. At the looks she received, she decided to let the other survivors know she didn't say that to be pessimistic. "I mean - not that it's impossible. Just, well, with what I've seen it's a little harder to believe. Not that I don't believe you, Dwight. I'm just... worried. You're my friend and I've seen what he's capable of in the real world. Ya know?"

Their faces had changed to one of understanding, Dwight giving her a reassuring smile. "I know, Laurie. You know him better than any of us and I don't take what you say lightly. But, he's just different around me. I wish I could make you guys understand a bit more."

That's when Nea spoke up. "Well, you could introduce us..."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Meg's head shot up. "Yes, yes yes! Please, Dwight," she said. He looked over at his friend that was clinging to his arm and regretted it as soon as his eyes met hers. She was giving him puppy eyes and the most pleading expression he's ever seen her make. He tried steeling his nerves and telling her that wasn't a good idea, but when she started quivering her lip he sighed in defeat.

"Fine, I suppose that would be alright."

The group started negotiating who would be going with Dwight to start out, not wanting to overwhelm Michael since he could just decide to slaughter them all if he was feeling anxious with so many people. In the end, they agreed on only taking four. Meg, Nea, David, and Claudette. Meg and Nea because they wanted to come, David because he's the one that found out, and Claudette because she refused to let her energetic girlfriend go see Myers alone. She couldn't do much to protect her against someone with the strength Michael had, but it made her feel better that she would be there if things went south.

With their plans made up, the small group that planned on visiting Michael bid the rest of their friends goodbye and set off into the forest. Dwight had traversed the woods enough times to visit his boyfriend that he knew where he was going, which was good for them. They really didn't want to accidentally step into another killer's territory. Especially Krueger or The Clowns. But, as long as they didn't step into their realm, they couldn't touch them. While the survivors were allowed to roam, the killers weren't allowed to leave their maps. Things used to be different, but after a few of the survivors had altercations with Freddy, The Entity decided she would lock them in their realms. While she enjoyed the killing, she was very much against the kind of harm some of her playthings liked to inflict. And after too many close calls, she punished The Nightmare for it.

A startled yelp brought Dwight out of his thoughts and he turned to see what had scared Meg. The Ghostface was pressed up against the barrier separating his map from the forest. Since Ghostface didn't have a realm he was given a small cabin, as were the rest of the killers without a place they'd be able to call home between trials. Meg was in the middle of ranting at him for almost making her heart stop in terror when he cut her off as if he hadn't even heard her.

"C'mon, come play with me. It'll be fun. We can even take pictures of the time we spend together," he said, pulling a camera out of one of the pockets in his cloak. David opened his mouth to start cursing at him when he was momentarily blinded by the flash. In the time Dwight had been visiting Michael he'd never encountered any of the murderers patrolling their barriers before. He didn't know what to do, so he just suggested they move on and continue with their journey. One last look at Ghostface and Meg turned away, the survivors ignoring his screaming. He was yelling obscenities at them, trying to piss them off enough to step into his territory. His voice faded as they got further and further away, and closer to Haddonfield.

Dwight knew they were getting close to his lover's home when he could smell the fall air. Not even a few minutes later and he could see the realm in the distance. His nerves were getting the better of him and he started sweating, praying to whatever God there was that they'd all get out of there in one piece. He knew Michael would never hurt him, but if his friends pushed too much he might hurt them. Dwight knows about his boyfriend's mental health issues, and understands them. He doesn't like people and Dwight has always respected those boundaries. That's why he only took a few people with him for this first trip, just to test the waters and see how it'd go. He was hoping it would go smoothly, no problems whatsoever.

Everything will be fine, he thought. If Michael gets a bit overwhelmed I'll just calm him down. He likes it when I hold his hands.

Just the thought of holding his beautiful partner's hands was enough to calm his nerves.

Before he knew it they were stepping into Haddonfield, the cool October air hitting his skin. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Everything would be alright. With that small affirmation, he led the other survivors through the neighborhood and to Michael's childhood home. This was it, no going back. As he was about to touch the knob, the door opened to reveal blue coveralls. Dwight looked up to gaze into the stark white mask he's grown so accustomed to seeing and couldn't help but give a lovesick smile to his boyfriend, his eyes holding warmth for the taller man.

"Hi, sweetheart," he said. Michael looked between Dwight and the other survivors he killed daily, tilting his head before pulling the nervous leader in for a hug. He nuzzled his mask on the top of Dwight's head, wishing he could feel the other's hair on his face. But he still wasn't confident enough to take his mask off around his lover, so he definitely wasn't going to be taking it off now when there were so many people around that could see him. He heard Dwight say something else as he was looking down at the stunned faces of the small group of survivors, his boyfriends face pressed into his neck, lips brushing against soft skin, making his body give an involuntary quiver. Thankfully it was unnoticeable to everyone but Dwight.

"Mind if we come in, Mikey?"